Tough Handsome Badass
Life did not go according to plan. Luckily, Lucas had learned that lesson during first year at university. Had it not been for that, he would have been losing his mind while crossing the threshold of his old home.
“I’m here!”
“Lucas! I’ll be right down,” his dad yelled in response from upstairs.
Lucas looked over to his car, full of boxes and bags. He sighed. He never thought he would be moving back home after graduating college. In a form of naivety, he had expected to find a job right off the bat and move into an apartment within a ten-mile radius. Again, life didn’t go according to plan. Though he wasn’t ecstatic, there wasn’t a strong feeling of disappointment either. After all, this was only temporary until he finally did land that first job.
“Alright, where’s the moving van?” His dad laughed as he pulled Lucas into a casual hug. It had only been a couple of weeks since last seeing each other but there was something different about a welcome home, however temporary. “That all of it?” His dad was now peering over at the packed car. It really did not look like much. Lucas nodded and started heading toward it, his dad trailing behind him.
“So, where is Hannah?”
“She’s on a business trip. Asked me to tell you she’s sorry about missing your big return.”
Lucas gave a small laugh as he lugged a big case out the back seat of his blue hybrid car. “I think I’ll manage,” he replied light heartedly. His dad had married Hannah, his stepmother, about a year ago. They got along fine but, given he rarely saw or interacted with her, they were not exactly close. He also knew she had a daughter in the same age bracket as him but he had never met her. He did not know much about her. He’d never even seen a photo. Realizing he couldn’t even remember her name, he asked his dad, “What about her daughter?”
“Chris? She’s at work right now. She won’t be back ‘til late so you might not meet until the morning.”
“Oh, right, forgot she lives here too. What’s her name again?”
“Chris,” his dad heaved as he picked up a particularly heavy box from the trunk.
“Whoa, whoa dad,” Lucas rushed over to help him. “Books,” he told his dad simply as they balanced the box together and carried it into the foyer. “I should probably check what furniture I’ll need to get and go grab it before it gets later. Mind if I just take care of all this stuff when I get back?”
His dad nodded and waved him away, walking into the kitchen. Lucas shoved the luggage and boxes off to the one side of the foyer and piled them up. He didn’t want to leave everything strewn about anyway. He jogged up the stairs and looked left and right down the hallway. This entire time, he’d assumed he would be moving into his old room. It didn’t hit him until now that Chris might have moved into it. Scratching the back of his head, he headed down the hallway to the furthest room and opened the door. It was mostly empty. He smiled. It was something of a comfort to know he would be in his old room even if it might be unrecognizable once he was settled in.
He made a quick mental note of what all he needed to buy and traipsed back down the stairs. He double-checked to be sure his belongings were not blocking the entire foyer before walking out the door.
Night had fallen but Lucas was determined to finish up his room. Well, at least furnishing it and placing his belongings in. He knew he would not be able to unpack everything before going to sleep. As he finished pulling the last heavy piece of luggage into his room, he heard the downstairs door close and the locks click. He assumed Chris had just gotten home and, instinctively, looked over at his bedside alarm clock. It was 12:30am and she was barely getting home. He wondered what she did for work but just shrugged as he rustled about to find pajamas. Deciding he didn’t want to deal with tearing through boxes at this time of night, he opted to just sleep in his boxers. As he finished stripping down, he heard Chris walking silently down the hall and closing her bedroom door. His dad was right; they would meet in the morning. Body aching from the drive and long day, Lucas immediately drifted off into dreamland.
The next morning, Lucas dressed in the same clothes from the previous day and headed down for breakfast. He had not expected to find the kitchen island counter laid out with a few dishes, all full of hot food. It was like a breakfast buffet. He looked to his right to see his dad sitting at the breakfast table. “No change after all these years. Guess that’s why it’s called a routine,” he said at his father, who was sipping coffee while reading the paper. He just gave a smile but continued reading. “Well, there has been one change. Where did the breakfast buffet come from?”
“Good morning!” A bright voice greeted Lucas from behind. He turned, smile in place, and saw a young lady he’d never met before.
“You must be Chris,” he said as he walked forward, hand extended. “I’m Lucas, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
She smiled and he was dazzled. Of course he couldn’t help but notice how pretty she was but her smile really drew him in. He knew it must be her major charm.
“Yep, I’m Chris! Don’t expect a breakfast buffet every morning, ‘kay? I just wanted to meet and welcome you in a nice way.”
He nodded, “Thanks, that was really thoughtful. Will you be joining me?”
She nodded and made her way to the cabinets. As she reached up for a couple of clean plates, he couldn’t help but run his eyes over her slender body. She seemed fit and flexible. She seemed comfortable and confident. Her presence alone was very intriguing and charming. She had that sweet, fun, airy demeanor many people strive for but fail to realize it’s more of a thing you either have or don’t. She definitely had it. He shook his head thinking he might be approaching dangerous territory. This was his stepsister, after all.
She handed him a plate and they proceeded to serve themselves. He scooped a copious amount of the scrambled eggs on his plate. They had always been his favorite breakfast item.
“ Your dad warned me you’d hoard all the eggs,” she said with a light giggle. Seeing his eyes pop open, she laughed more. “Don’t worry, I actually made so many because he told me about your obsession.”
“I’m not obsessed,” he replied. His dad snorted. Lucas shot him a glare but his dad missed it, still not having finished reading the paper.
They took their place at the breakfast table right as Lucas’ dad folded up the newspaper. “Well, I’m off to work. Don’t let the food go to waste and clean up, children.” He winked and walked out of the house.
“Some things really never change,” Lucas said, looking out the window as his dad’s car drove off. “Coffee, toast, and paper. Not even your delicious breakfast and my return could change that.” He smiled at her.
“You haven’t even tasted it. The eggs could taste terrible and you’re already saying it’s delicious?”
He took a hearty bite of the eggs and made an exaggerated noise of approval. “What were you saying?” He laughed, taking care to cover his mouth that still had eggs in it.
She rolled her eyes and laughed. “Aren’t you clever?”
“I like to think so,” he replied with a sly smile.
They spent the rest of breakfast making jabs at each other, joking, and bonding over their mutual experience with oddball parents. They concluded Hannah and Lucas’ dad, Gilbert, were a great match. They even agreed Gilbert and Hannah were probably a better match than with Lucas’ and Chris’ own respective parents. They even expressed looking forward to the first family dinner between the four. Hannah wouldn’t be back for at least a couple of days, possibly more.
“She actually doesn’t take extended business trips often. But this is a pretty major client in the UK. She’ll call today so I’m sure she’ll want to talk to you.”
He nodded and began clearing the table. Chris had cooked breakfast for them, the least he could was help clean up. He had just set their dishes into the sink when he heard her moving around behind him. She was busy consolidating the left overs into a container to put away into the refrigerator. She worked fast. He hurriedly grabbed the dirty dishes from the island and began washing them. He expected her to go about her day but, instead, she leaned against the counter adjacent to Lucas.
He smiled over at her and she reciprocated. Once again, he was dazzled. She turned away from him to scan the kitchen and breakfast den. Meanwhile, he snuck a slow glance over her body. She was wearing black yoga pants, a tight black tank, and colorful running shoes. And she looked extremely good in the simple exercise outfit. He couldn’t help but notice her breasts. They were not huge but a nice medium sized. What made them stand out was how perky and plush they seemed. He cleared his head and forced his focus onto the dishes in his hands. He couldn’t start noticing these types of things, especially not in so such detail.
“So, what does your day look like?”
“Hmmm,” she said as she tapped her lips. “Well, I’m going to the gym for a bit now. Then I’ll just come back and chill for a bit. Then it’s off to work for me.”
“What do you do for work?”
“I’m a waitress. Upscale dinner restaurant with great tips. Perfect because it isn’t stressful, good environment, and I can save up the money I need.” She looked over at him and added, “I’m trying to save a nice cushion for college.”
He nodded. “That’s a really good idea.”
She smiled, tapped the counter, and said, “Well, it’s time for me to go. See you later!” He said goodbye and watched her as she walked out of the house. “Damn, she has a great body,” he said under his breath. He groaned. He should definitely not have these thoughts about his stepsister. He finished cleaning up and went up to his room. There was still a lot of unpacking he had to get done.
He had gotten straight to work and made it through all the luggage containing his clothing. He grabbed a fresh pair of jeans and a t-shirt, along with some boxers, and decided to shower. He felt grimy from the work and from wearing the same clothing as the previous day. Right as he opened his bedroom door, he saw Chris walking up the stairs. She had showered at the gym and was dressed in casual jeans and a tee. He couldn’t help but give her a once-over. He definitely noticed how hot she looked. She turned and looked at him over her shoulder, flashing him a smirk right before heading into her bedroom. He felt something in his stomach. Then he felt that something travel south. He gasped, eyes wide, and bolted into the bathroom. He wanted to slap himself. Not only had he continually checked out his stepsister and admired her personality (maybe a little too much), now he definitely was faced with a little problem. Or, actually, a big problem. He gulped, quickly undressed, and stepped into the shower. Cold water wasn’t helping his situation. He would have to take care of it. He groaned in exasperation and a bit of shame. Was he really about to relieve himself thinking about his stepsister?
“Nope,” he whispered. He decided to think of anyone else in the world as he took his hard cock into his hand and started stroking. But, in the end, it didn’t matter. He had gotten hard because of her, so what would it matter if he thought of her now? Try as he may, he failed continuously to keep thoughts of her at bay. He came relatively quickly and it only took images of her. Nothing particularly exciting, he only had to think of her smile and her body in her exercise outfit. Was he really that attracted to her or was it partly the taboo of it? Why did he keep thinking of it? Shouldn’t he be trying everything to keep these thoughts at bay until he found a method that didn’t fail him? He toweled off and got dressed as quickly as possible, almost dropping his dirty shirt as he scooped up his other clothing items.
He all but ran to his bedroom and slammed the door shut, making sure to lock it behind him. He dropped his dirty clothes into the hamper and continued working on getting his room unpacked and settled. He got so absorbed in his work he did not notice how much time had passed until he heard a small knock on the door. He looked over at his alarm clock. It was 4pm. “Come in,” he said as he folded up empty boxes. His bedroom was pretty much done. All it needed was a small cleanup from boxes and random trash. He looked up and swallowed hard.
Standing in his doorway was Chris, dressed and ready to head to work. She was wearing a tight, black skirt. It reached down to her mid thigh. Through her sheer black stockings, he could see her toned legs. Simple black pumps further accentuated her already sexy legs. Her royal blue, button-down shirt was tucked neatly into the skirt. The top three buttons were undone, exposing a minimal but maddeningly enticing bit of cleavage. She had her hair pulled bad and natural makeup. She looked extremely pretty and hot. To top it off she not only looked laid back and sweet, she actually was exactly that. Damn. She was the jackpot.
“So,” she said in a low voice. He suspected he had gaped at her a bit too long and she had most definitely noticed. He was mentally kicking himself. “I’m heading out to work. I left my contact info on the breakfast table, you know, in case you get scared.” She smiled and shut the door behind her.
And there it went again, his tricky situation had returned. He looked down at the bulge in his pants and hoped to every power in the universe she had not seen it. He suspected she would have felt extremely uncomfortable. He reasoned with himself she most likely had not noticed considering her playful remark before she left. He dropped down onto his bed, scanning his mind for ways to stop finding her so damn attractive. Instead, he only ended up relieving himself again. He felt like an adolescent, lusting after the wrong women and having to take care of multiple problems a day. How fitting he was back in his old bedroom. He cleaned himself up and finished cleaning up his bedroom. He reveled in how organized it was and in how short a span of time he had accomplished to get settled.
He went out to pick up some dinner when he got a text from his dad. He would be gone until tomorrow night. He had to drive out, unexpectedly, to meet a business partner and would be staying for a meeting the next day. Lucas picked something out for himself and Chris, on the chance she would find herself hungry when she got home from work. He ate in front of the television that evening, often times forcing the image of Chris in her work outfit out of his mind. He also fought the urge to go visit her. What he did instead was, probably, not much better. It was probably worse. He walked up to her room and just glanced around. He didn’t open up any drawers or go through her stuff, but he had just wanted to get a feel for her taste. She was neat and the bedroom was decorated nicely. It was quite mature and not what one would expect from a cheery girl like her. It was not dark, per se, but it was a lot more serious than he had anticipated. Her admired the photos on her wall and dresser. They were of her and her mom, as well as her with various friends.
He heard the front door close and he, silently and quickly, left her room and went to his. He had not bothered to close the door. He walked to his own dresser to pull out his pajamas and heard a small knock at his door. He turned and saw her standing there, looking just as great as she had earlier. He swallowed.
“Everything good?” She looked at him in a way he could not quite pinpoint.
He nodded. “Yes, got all settled in and then relaxed for the evening. How was work?”
She smiled and said, “It was great. Had really sweet and amicable customers. Plus, their tips were even better.” She looked at the pajamas he was still holding in his hands. “Oh, you’re going to be? Alright. I’ll let you get to sleep then. Goodnight!”
“No, I was just going to change.” The words escaped his mouth before he could stop them. He wanted to hang out with her. “What about you?”
She shook her had. “I’m not sleepy,” she said. “I’m just going to get changed.” She said this as she untucked her shirt and he caught a small glimpse of her taut stomach. He could not help but question if this was normal behavior. He quickly concluded he only thought that way because he was having very wrong, illicit thoughts about his stepsister. He walked toward his bedroom door to close it after her but she did not move out of the way. He looked at her, his eyes questioning.
She smirked. “Bet you’d be a real big tipper if I were your server.” With that comment, she walked away to her bedroom. Was it just him or had she swayed her hips more than usual? Had she noticed the way Lucas looked at her? What did her comment mean? He closed his bedroom door and changed, noticing his problem start to flare up again. The idea of her knowing how attracted to her he was made him nervous and excited at the same time. The fact she would behave the way she just did and make that comment made it even more exciting. He squeezed his head at his temples and told himself he was being crazy and imagining things. He opened his door back up once he had finished dressing and had put his clothes into the hamper. She was already walking out of her bedroom and down the stairs.
He gave himself a minute to get composed and control his raging thoughts. Most importantly, he had to control his raging hormones. She had chosen to wear tight, green cotton shorts and a white tank. He swallowed hard, once again, and readied himself to go downstairs. A cushion on his lap would be a must.
They sat side by side and watched the ludicrous late night shows. They hardly paid attention in favor of chatting, teasing each other, and flirting. He couldn’t help it. He was insanely attracted to her, both physically and emotionally. She was an amazing girl and he felt such a great chemistry with her. She was extremely easy to talk to and a lot of fun. He couldn’t help but think, again, that she was the jackpot. It was just too bad she was his stepsister. The only small comfort he had was that they had just met. For all intents and purposes, he had just met a girl somewhere and developed a crush on her. Unfortunately, he knew it was not quite as simple as that.
They both fell asleep on the couch. More like they had passed out. He woke up at about 7:30am and adjusted his eyes. He was surprised to find his body did not ache from sleeping on the couch, sitting up. He yawned and stretched before looking over at Chris. She was curled up into a ball at the other end of the couch. He scanned over her body. He couldn’t help himself. Her legs looked insanely smooth. He fought every urge he had to reach out and run his fingers over them. He noticed her begin to stir so he quickly shifted his gaze.
She sat up and said, “Good morning.” Her morning voice was insanely sexy and he increasingly could not stand himself for being unable to fend off these feelings. “Good morning,” he replied sternly. It came out a lot more tense than he had expected. He looked over at her. She wore an odd expression on her face.
“I had a lot of fun hanging out with you last night,” she said. He nodded in agreement. “Lucas, I have to be honest.”
He gulped. He suddenly felt a ball of worry at he pit of his stomach. She must have noticed his looks, his lingering gazes, the way he swallowed, and picked up on his almost shameless flirting. He was in trouble. “I’ve noticed some things about you. I can tell, well, I can tell you’re attracted to me.”
Shit, he thought. He was done for.
Suddenly, she stood up and walked over to him. She stood in front of him, silently, looking straight into his eyes. He forced himself to maintain eye contact. If not for the conversation itself, then to avoid devouring her body with his hungry eyes. He vividly remembered how amazing she looked in her green shorts and white tank. She smirked and he was thrown for a loop. “Don’t worry,” she practically whispered. He frowned in confusion. Exactly what was going on? Was she going to promise not to rat him so long as he left her alone? That would not only be fair but very kind and understanding on her behalf.
What he never expected was to see her sink down to her knees and pull herself up to his lap. She licked her lips. She reached out and placed her hands on either of his thighs. She slowly moved her hands upward to the waistband of his pajama pants. She ran her fingers over the top of the waistband before pulling it down, together with the waistband of his boxers. She stared at his hard cock. His breathing was labored. He couldn’t talk because he was completely confused and turned on at the same time. Was this really happening?
She reached out, grabbed him, and began slowly stroking up and down. She looked up at him, eyes filled with lust and a mischievous look. “This will be out little secret,” she said in a low voice. He felt himself got harder. She smirked. She licked her lips once again before placing the tip of his erect penis into her mouth. She gave a soft suck and he groaned from deep within his throat. Then, she took it all in her mouth. He watched her head bob up and down, felt her warm tongue sliding up and down his shaft. She moved her hand in the opposite direction. She knew what she was doing. She moaned lightly as she continued to suck. She then gave a sharp suck to the head of his cock, flicked the slit with the tip of her tongue, and took it in whole again. He groaned deeper and louder. It took all of five minutes of her amazing skills to make him cum in her mouth. He had warned her but she was relentless. She smirked as she wiped her lips. Without a word, she walked upstairs. He was unsure what to do.
He heard her bedroom door close and that was his sign it was done. She had given him a blowjob and retreated to her bedroom. He felt like he was going crazy. Was this a one-time event? Was she attracted to him too? For someone so easy to talk to, she was extremely difficult to get a read on. He went upstairs, grabbed a change of clothes, and took a long shower. His mind had not slowed down one bit. Once he was back in his bedroom, she called out to him from the top of the stairs. She had a small luggage in hand. “I’m staying at my friend’s place this weekend. See you on Monday!” She left. She had acted completely normal. She had acted like she had not just blown her stepbrother on the living room couch and proceeded to swallow his cum.
This only served to further his confusion. The idea of her being gone for the entire weekend was maddening. Not because he had become so attached he thought he would miss her. He was going crazy with questions and she would be gone. Was she leaving because she regretted what had just happened? Had he done or said something to make her feel obligated to please him? Was she afraid of him? Or was she just hanging out with a friend and he was only going crazy by himself? She certainly acted like her normal, friendly self before she left. She gave no indication she felt uncomfortable or coerced in any way. He was driving himself mad.
He had to get his mind off his stepsister and this entire situation. Everything had just gone from confusing to messed up because of one five-minute escapade. But she had been the one to bring it up, she had been the one to initiate everything. He shook his head and decided to keep himself busy. He went to the backyard and looked for work to do. So he worked on the yard for a couple hours. He then went for a long jog. Feeling gross from the sweat, he hopped into the shower. As he stepped out, he heard the front door close.
“Lucas? I’m home.” It was his father.
He went downstairs to greet him. “Hey, how was the meeting?”
“Fine,” his dad replied simply. “I take it Chris went to her friend’s already?”
Lucas nodded, relief sweeping over him. She had it planned. The rest of the evening was uneventful. He spent it with his dad. They ordered in dinner and caught up. Lucas told him of his plans and his dad gave him advice. It was helpful in more than one way. He was glad to have his mind off his stepsister for the first time since he had moved back home. Finally, Lucas and his dad said goodnight to each other and went into their respective bedrooms. Lucas grabbed his phone off his bedside table. He had forgotten it up here. He swiped to unlock and saw a new text message from a number he didn’t recognize.
That was fun. ;) That was all it read. He had an idea who it was from and his mind went back into overdrive. He hopped off his bed and went downstairs, searching for the slip of paper with Chris’ contact information. It was clipped to the side of the refrigerator. Sure enough, it was her phone number. Programming it into his phone, he went back into his bedroom and locked the door behind him. He stripped down to his boxers and flopped onto his bed. He stared at the text message for a while, unsure how to respond.
It was. Thanks. He did not quite know what the protocol was on this type of situation. After hitting send, he immediately began to worry about his response. Had it been too curt? Had it been awkward to thank her? No matter now, the text was sent and all he could do was wait. The response came quick.
Glad you enjoyed it, too. Guess that calls for an encore.
He held his breath. So it was not intended as a one-time deal? He also read and re-read the first sentence. She had enjoyed it. He definitely had not made her feel obligated in any way. He felt relief for a brief second before the confusion swept over him once again. Was all of this not wrong, on some level? Should he even concern himself with that? If he could not stop himself from feeling drawn to her and she was attracted to him as well, what did it really matter?
I could never deny the star of the show an encore. He hit the send button without overthinking. He tried to frame her as any other girl he had ever talked to and flirted with. That eased up the tensions. Not completely, though. Aside from being his stepsister, he had never been as attracted to any other woman as he was to her. This was true in every aspect, not just physical.
She replied with a simple wink and he took it to mean the conversation was over. He set his phone down and reached into his boxers. He had to relieve himself before going to bed. At this rate, he would definitely regress into an adolescent.
The weekend went by in a blur. Lucas helped his dad out with some minor home repairs. He helped him prepare a couple briefs for work. They went to the downtown area for dinner and to just walk around. They watched an old home movie and laughed until their sides hurt. Hannah got home Sunday evening and gave Lucas a very warm welcome. They all had a great dinner out on the town and bonded. Chris was channel surfing, splayed out on the couch, when they all got home. She smiled brightly and hugged everyone. Lucas was fairly certain she had only pressed her breasts into his chest, though. She gave a bright, cheery smile coupled with a knowing expression in her eyes. They all sat together in the living room until the parents called it a night.
Lucas and Chris stayed up chatting and watching an old movie on the TV. With Hannah and Gilbert just upstairs, Lucas knew nothing would really happen. They both headed to bed at the same time. Landing at the top of the stairs, they heard some heavy breathing coming from the occupied bedroom. They grinned at each other, knowing exactly what was going on. Their eyes went from friendly to filled with lust in a second flat. Again, nothing could happen. Chris walked up to Lucas and, pressing her breasts against him again, gave him a lingering kiss goodnight. He resisted the urge to relieve himself again and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Lucas woke up with the vague hope of a repeat of Friday morning. He was not expecting anything but that did not mean he did not want it. He went into the bathroom to shower. Right as he was about to lock the door, the knob turned and he was greeted by Chris, flashing her trademark bright smile. She was wearing her green shorts again but, this time, only had on a sports bra. “We don’t have a lot of time,” she whispered in his ear after a quick peck. He raised his eyebrows in question.
She locked the door behind her and the repeat he had hoped for happened, right there in the bathroom. She quickly cleaned up and went to her bedroom. Nobody was home as both Hannah and Gilbert had an early start to their days. Lucas showered and got dressed. He had decided to head out to the coffee shop to work on his resume and send out some job applications.
Later that evening, he got home and everything was dark. He assumed Chris had already left to work and was not surprised his dad or stepmom were not him from work yet. He quickly had a microwave dinner and went up to his bedroom. He got a good amount of reading done before falling asleep.
The next day, he was woken up by a knock on his bedroom door. It was Chris, already dressed in her gym clothes. “May I come in?” He nodded and opened the door wider. She took a seat on his desk chair and bore into his eyes. “So, I think we should talk.” He nodded again. “As fun as our two, uh, little sessions were, I think we should talk about the situation. Obviously, it is not exactly looked on favorably to be attracted to your stepsibling. It is much less accepted to fool around. But, I wanted to ask, and I want your honest answer, if that is all you want?”
Lucas plunged forward honestly. “No. I actually really like you.”
“Would you want to date then?”
“Ideally, yes I would. But how-“
“Look, I like you too. And I like fooling around with you. And, obviously, I would want to do more. We will just have to keep it secret from everyone. And I mean everyone.”
He nodded. He was not entirely sure why she had emphasized everyone but he understood. Not a single soul could know of their relationship. “So, is this more like casual dating or more like a relationship?”
“I’m good with either. How about we call it something in between? It doesn’t matter anyway. It’s a secret so let’s just see how everything goes.”
He nodded. She stood up and walked over to him. She gave him a long kiss before heading out to the gym. He was relieved she felt the same and was excited to be dating her. He would be liar if he did not admit he was also looking forward to having sex with her. He smiled and got dressed for the day. He gathered his things and walked out the door.
Dating Chris was fun and easy. It was not just easy in the sense that they lived under the same roof. It was easy in that there was no drama or threat of anything. They had a lot of fun together and found just as easy to talk to each other a couple weeks into dating as they had when they first met. Lucas had noticed the fond looks from both Hannah and Gilbert who only thought their children bonded very well. They had no idea just how well the two had actually bonded. Chris sometimes liked to play it up in front of the parents and Lucas found it insanely attractive. He loved her playfulness. He had not been mistaken when he thought she was the whole package. Three weeks into dating and they were having a great time. It was a lot easier to cover everything up than either of them had expected. During that time period, they had only had two repeats of that first Friday morning event.
Something about them actually dating slowed down the whole lust and crazed adolescent routine between the two. Chris continued her regular routine and Lucas continued working on finding a job, brushing up on reading, and helping out around the house. He even worked on articles to submit to journals for publication. What was great was that neither Lucas nor Chris felt a need to hang out all the time just because they were under the same roof.
The first sign of trouble came when Gilbert mentioned there was a young lady he wanted Lucas to meet and take out on a date. Lucas could not exactly deny him but he was not single either. He found a way to pause the conversation with his dad in order to talk to Chris. It was late at night, when she had gotten home from work, and both parents were sound asleep. He asked if they could talk in his bedroom. She sat on his bed, naturally, and draped her legs over one of his.
“My dad is trying to set me up.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. He just wants me to meet her but, essentially, it would be a date. I can easily tell him I did not quite like her after the date. Of course, I would prefer not to date her but…Well, you know my dad. It is kind of hard to tell him no. So I’ve been trying to think how to-“
She smiled softly and pressed a finger against his lips. “Don’t worry about it. Just go one the date. I know why you are doing it and I know it’s not a threat. Really, there is no problem.”
“Are you sure?”
“Completely.”
“You know how cool you are, right?” She laughed and kissed him. The kissing went on for a couple minutes. Finally, she pulled away. She told him she was very tired and went to sleep.
Friday evening came too quickly. Lucas got ready for his date, begrudgingly. He had never felt happier about Chris’ work schedule. She was already long gone and he did not have to feel awkward getting dressed and ready for a date with her around. His dad smiled as Lucas walked out the door. He had to go pick her up. He took her to dinner. She was pretty and nice enough. He was pretty sure he might have liked her under other circumstances. But there was really only one young woman he longed for. He was very kind to his date but made sure not to lead her on. She must have known there would be no second date. “Well, it was nice to meet you. Have a good night.” He walked her to her front door and awkwardly shook her hand.
As soon as he got home, he was greeted with, “So? How’d it go?”
Lucas laughed. “Hello to you too, dad. It was fine but no spark. She was nice enough but there won’t be a second date. Just not feeling it.”
His dad twisted his mouth but nodded. “Well, they don’t all work out! Hannah and I are heading out for the weekend. Just wanted to wait until at least one of you got home.” Right at that moment, Hannah emerged from the kitchen. She greeted Lucas and asked about his date, right on cue. He gave the same answer as he did to his dad. Gilbert and Hannah grabbed their bags and were soon out the door.
Lucas went up to his bedroom but left his door open. He was going to wait for Chris to get home. She arrived at about 1am. She was about to go to her bedroom to change but decided to go to Lucas’ room first. She gave him a quick peck and playfully asked, “How was the big date?”
“Amazing. I think I’m in love.”
“Oh, wow, she must be something special.”
He laughed and nodded. “Oh, she definitely is.”
She laughed too. “Alright, let me go get out of this.” She was about to head out the door when Lucas grabbed her wrist. He gave her a steamy kiss. He let her go and pulled back, expecting her to go change. Instead, she turned toward him.
Her bright smile was gone. Instead, she wore the same mischievous smirk as that one Friday morning. She untucked her shirt and slowly unbuttoned it to reveal her black, lace bra. She kissed him feverishly while pressing her breasts against his chest, as she liked to do. His hands wandered up her sides, feeling her warm and smooth skin under his fingertips. He pulled off her shirt. She took his off and then guided his hands to the clasp of her bra. Without hesitation, he unhooked it and she slid it off. She laid back on his bed, looking up at him expectantly. He hovered over her and kissed her, while the hand not supporting his weight slid up her taut belly. She gave a little gasp as he touched her bared breasts. The kiss intensified.
Catching him off guard, she flipped him on his back and climbed on top of him. She hiked up her skirt and he felt her grind down on his erection, still under his boxers and pajama pants. As she was dry-humping him, he kissed down her neck and her breasts. Her panting increased. He grabbed her by the waist and had her lie down on her back. He took off her shoes, skirt, and stockings. Her gaze traveled down to his sizeable bulge. He took off his pajama pants and boxers. She took off her panties. He looked at her incredible body. Smooth and toned, it was incredibly sexy. He climbed onto the bead and slowly opened her legs. He dipped his head down to kiss her belly button.
From her shocked gasp and sharp intake of breath, he could tell she hadn’t expected him to travel south from her belly button. He tasted her on his lips as he licked them. He kiss down her wet slit before sucking lightly on her clit. He then plunged his tongue into her, burying his face between her legs. As he worked, he felt her natural lubrication increase along with the volume of her moaning. He felt her contract and jerk a bit as she moaned at her loudest, hands clawing at his bed sheets.
He wipe his mouth and chin clean and kissed up her stomach, to her breasts, and finally her neck. “Do you have any condoms?” He hadn’t brought any with him and never expected to need them so soon. He had much less expected to need them in this situation. She nodded. He sat back and she got up, walking to her bedroom. He decided to follow her.
She smiled as he walked into the room. She nodded toward the bed for him to lie down. She discarded the wrapper into the trash bin by the door, which neither of them had bothered to close, and rolled the condom onto him. She gave a deep moan and slid herself onto him. He let out a deep groan at the feeling of initial penetration. She was not shy at all and it was a huge turn on. She moved her hips and body up and down, so that he slid in and out of her. After a couple of minutes she began to pick up the pace. He then felt her begin to flex and she bit her lip. Her head fell to her side as she dragged her own hand down her body until her fingertips landed at her clitoris. She began to rub it and play with it, all the while picking up the pace of her hip movement. She looked immensely sexy and, the sight of her coupled with the sensations, meant he would be coming soon. He reached up with one hand to alternate fondling her breasts. She moaned again, louder, and felt her movements become more erratic.
“Oh fuck,” he said. “I’m going to cum soon if you keep up like this.”
She leaned forward to steady herself by holding onto either of his shoulders. “Rub my clit,” she said in a breathy moan. He moved to do so and began rubbing. The angle of penetration had shifted and she began sliding on him faster. She made it so he would go in deeper and he felt her flexing again. Her breathing got faster and heavier, as did his. He reached up to her breasts with his free hand and she picked up the pace. She began to mean loudly as he felt her contracting around his cock. This was more than enough to send him over edge. He felt the orgasm hit him and he shut his eyes. She collapsed onto him afterward, both of them panting, with him still inside of her. They stayed like this for a few minutes until they were breathing more normally. She gave him a soft, lingering kiss. She walked to her bathroom and motioned for him to follow. They showered together and then climbed into bed, still naked, to fall asleep.
The next morning, she stretched out beside him. She remarked how glad she was she didn’t have to work this weekend and how great it was Gilbert and Hannah were gone. He agreed. They kissed and, naturally, it led to a sexy repeat of the previous night. They then went out for breakfast and spent the whole day out of the house. As soon as they got back home, they were practically tearing each other’s clothes off. They didn’t even make it upstairs. They cleaned up any evidence of their escapade in the living room right after and showered. They slept separately since they were not sure if Gilbert and Hannah would be back in the morning or later on.
On Sunday morning, Lucas’ phone went off with a text from his dad. They would be back at about 8pm. Chris must have gotten the same text from her mom because, less than a minute later, she was climbing into his bed. He had never expected any of this to happen. They talked about their relationship and feelings at length. The intensity with which they liked one another was completely mutual. The topic of Lucas moving came up. It was not a sad one. He was taken aback, once again, by Chris’ tendency to be candid. She said they would deal with it when it came. He asked if she would ever consider moving with him if the job were far. She said she would as long as there was a good college in the area. He liked that she was so into the relationship but he loved that she still put herself and her personal priorities as being the most important. She wouldn’t just give everything up for him but that did not mean he was not important.
Lucas and Chris continued their secret relationship. They always laughed at the fact nobody ever suspected anything. Of course, they had their arguments here and there, but they were never anything major. It was a few months after they had started getting serious that Lucas got an amazing job offer. It was clear across the country. There happened to be two great colleges around the area. He told her about it. They discussed it at length. Not only did they not want to break up but they had reached a stage of the relationship where, under other circumstances, they would like to try living together. So she decided to move with him. They talked about how to tell Hannah and Gilbert.
Needless to day, neither Hannah nor Gilbert were thrilled to learn about the secret relationship. They were even less thrilled because it had all been going on under their roof and they had no idea. The two explained it was not a thoughtless fling. They went into enough detail about their feelings to convince each of their parents they really cared about each other and were sure of their choice. A week later, they were already in their own apartment.
Lucas smiled contentedly as he looked around while Chris was out looking for a job. Life certainly did not work out as planned. If you allowed it to, it lead somewhere better. He was with an amazing, independent, sexy woman. He had a great job. She was set to start college in the fall. Hannah and Gilbert, though still not thrilled, had come to understand the relationship between them. And, best of all, they were in a new place where nobody had ever known them as stepsiblings. They were free to flaunt their sexy relationship to the world.
THE END